I look at that group and I know that 20 generations from now, they'll still be making houses out of mud, and my idiot sister will still be sending them money. And I think I see my old uniform from when I worked at Bob's Big Boy.

After the photographer was gone, one of the boys turned Wiggy and said, "Give me your mother fuckin pants, man. I like your pants. Give them to me!" Wiggy controlled the situation by speaking black to them.